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Beware the Blow Out!

Scary, spooky title – most deserving of the season. It could have easily been “I don’t wanta be a Fanta girl!”…equally frightening!!!!!

reversecommuter loves the quick investment of $50 for a blowout for an instant pick me up. So imagine the squeal of happiness when a new blowout bar opened out in the ‘burbs, complete with an iPad menu of styles to select from.

The first clue to run should have been when I was told that curls would be my choice, yet still I went forward with faith….

The beauty of a blowout is that a professionally trained hairdresser pampers you and you float out in a hazy happy tressed out trance. The ideal outcome should NOT be hearing a high pitched Fantana Fanta Girl theme song all the while desperately searching for a spot to rinse & repeat to ditch the do!

Lesson learnt, no more horrific hair affairs – reversecommuter is once again pledging allegiance to her stylist.

Me too (with stick straight hair) but they sprayed a gallon of goop in and the Fanta Girl springy curls stayed in for about 2 hours and then I had oily hair – and naturally I was out for the evening. UGH!